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Jul 10 2018, 02:35 PM
It had been a long day. One of the longest that Alex had experienced in a long time. The only bright point that he’d seen so far was that both Blythe and Trystan were off spending the night with friends so it wouldn’t matter that he was planning on heading out and getting blitzed. The day had begun with a screaming match with Blythe over something he couldn’t even remember anymore. She’d spent the day locked in her room as he’d tried to apologize and Trystan had shut himself away in… sympathy? Protest?
Then had come the news from his dad… Alex didn’t even know where to begin with that… The girl was younger than he was… what could his dad have been thinking. With that, he snorted again and apparated away. He’d get a lift back form someone because he did not intend to be able to drive very shortly.
The bar was already a little bit crowded, and he couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not. Once he’d gotten his drink he set about the task of finding a seat, only to blink in surprise as he spotted a familiar face. His first instinct was to make his way right over, but then he hesitated. She’d seen just how badly he’d been failing with his children. While she might not have meant for him to, he’d seen the disappointment on her face.
Still… they’d been friends. Or… friendly at least. They should still be able to talk.
Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself to be sent running and crossed over to where she was sitting at a table, with one of those drinks with the little umbrella and greeted her, “Hello Ana, do you mind if I join you?”Anastacia Geller
Mar 4 2018, 05:48 PM
As though he needed any more reminder about just how horribly things had been going, the class that Alex had been hoping to avoid had arrived. He sat, silently, at the front of his classroom and stared down at the wand that had been failing him all week as he’d prepared for his Seventh Years’ lesson. Instead of the massive silvery Lion that he’d been able to effortlessly produce since mid-Fourth year, he was greeted with absolutely nothing. Not even the silvery mist that most students were able to call forth.
The blackboard behind him was filled with neat, tight writing giving the description and text book information about the Patronus Charm. There was an unbelievable amount of history and legend behind the spell and what it could do. It was definitely one of the more impressive spells that existed, even if it was only situationally useful. Even with that being the case, he missed the ability all the same.
The door stood open, waiting for the students to arrive.
Feb 4 2018, 04:23 PM
There were no words for how much Alex was looking forward to the end of the year. The anger and rage that had been barely simmering beneath the surface was being slowly leached away. Unfortunately, that was leaving behind the grief and the helplessness that had been left in the wake of his wife’s death and his children’s pain and trauma. He’d come to rely on the class plans that he’d written up for the year before and he truly hoped that they’d be enough to see him through the end of the year.
The door to his class hung open, waiting for the students and he sat behind his desk working on the overly-large stack of papers that he’d let fester. On the blackboard at the front of the room was the information on the Undetectable Extension Charm – it was a remarkably useful, if complicated, spell and he was at least a little bit interested in seeing how his students would handle it.
Dec 3 2017, 10:07 PM
It hadn't seemed like it would be possible, but Professor Morrigan was in an even worse mood than he had been as he sat at the front of the room and waited for the students to arrive so that he could begin class. He wasn't doing anything to occupy his time; not reading, paperwork, or working on one of his projects - he was just sitting and staring at the wall.
He didn't even register the arrival of the students into the room. When the bell rang, signaling the start of class, he waved his wand toward the door and it slammed shut. His wand snapped toward the board and it was swiftly filled with small, tight - almost angry - writing detailing the minor healing charm, Episkey.
"Today's lesson is one that is all too likely to be something that you'll need at some point during your life, so I highly recommend that you pay attention."
"This spell, will be effective with most minor injuries that you can find yourself suffering from. Though it won't be useful against magical effects or anything too serious," then he shook his head and added, "and while here at school, you shouldn't assume that this spell will take care of anything that could happen - you should still make that trip to see the nurse."
Once the lecture had ended he said, "This is clearly not something that you can practice on each other - so we'll be making do with the lecture for today. If you want to have some legitimate experience with this spell, you may reach out to Nurse Gellar and perhaps she will be able to make some time to further your training."
"Are there any questions?"
Nov 3 2017, 02:21 PM
Professor Morrigan sat silently at the front of his classroom – as he’d been doing most of the year. The lesson for the day was an important one. In his experience it was also one of the more useful spells that were taught at the school. The blackboard at the front of the room had a detailed set of notes on the Summoning Charm and, on the bottom of the board, there was a list of other books that the kids could find even more information. There was a lot of history behind the spell and a lot of it was there for the students to take down but not remotely all of it.
Off to the side of the room was a large cardboard box full of pillows. He sat and waited quietly for the students to arrive and the class to begin so that he could get on with the rest of his day. His wife’s birthday was coming up and as the days crept closer he found himself more and more withdrawn – even to the point of second guessing why he was still teaching.
Surely the kids would benefit from having a Professor who was more interested in what they were doing and what they were supposed to be learning.